Todo
His eyes traveled all over my body, from head to toe. It made me self-conscious for some reason.
"The dress fits you well," then he paused and murmured, looking at the floor. "I
was wondering if you'd like it or not." "Huh?"
His head turned to me again as if he was freed from a trance.
"So now will you tell me what I have to do for you, sir?" I said sarcastically. "What?" He looked at me with surprise.
"What? You have to have some purpose for keeping me here by force," I said, pressing on the last two words.
He paused for a few seconds and then the lamest thing I could have ever imagined came out of his mouth.
"Yes, you are here to serve me," he stated blankly.
"What? Did I hear you right? You knocked me out, kidnapped my sister, and
blackmailed me into coming here just to be your servant?" I cried out in disbelief.
A smirk began to settle on his face as he took in my reaction. He was enjoying this absurdity even more!
"Yes, dear. You are here to serve me. From now on, you will be with me 24 hours. All matters regarding me are your responsibility from now on."
This is insane! Is he really a pervert? What is he trying to pull?
"But you already have a lot of servants!" I protested. 'And they're always at your beck and call too! Why the hell would you have me kidnapped for this? And who gives new clothes and breakfast in bed to a servant?"
This was driving me crazy. Was he playing with me? Probably, a rotten rich vampire prince playing for fun. But I was not going to play hooky with him. No way!
He kidnapped her sister and forced her to be with him. She waited for the right time to get herself and her sister free. But when the time will come, will she want to get away from him? Once upon a time, Jennifer Louise felt that selling body for money was the most shameful thing.
But now that she was lying under Simon Barry's body, she often thought that money was really a wonderful thing.
"Are you dead?"
A cool voice came from above her head, Simon was displeased with her wandering and holds Jennifer's face with his big hand, forcing her to look straight at him.
With all his strength, the pain caused Jennifer to gasp. And her hand unconsciously climbed Simon's sleeve, eyes swam with tears.
Simon was lost in thought for a moment, and then returned to his usual cool demeanor.
He clenched his teeth, with a complicated mood, thinking how he was pulling emotions again because of her sham face.
He kept imploring himself to remember the woman who had left without a second thought, and with a vengeance, he rushed forward and rammed into Jennifer's body. "Oh, you have got to be kidding me!" I seethed.
Harper's mouth fell open. "Did he just say what I think he said?"
I blew out a huff of air through my nose in aggravation. "Yep."
All I saw was the word the dog mouthed, but in the end, that's all I needed to see to make it seem like the end of my world.
The word that made my life SO complicated from that point on was...
'Mate'
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Maria lives in House Crimson as one of the highest-ranking vampires of her house. The second, to be precise. It's not because she's fought in countless wars, or lived so many hundreds of years, or can make people bend to her will with a threatening glare. She hasn't/doesdon't do any of those things. She's only 17.
Her rank might have something to do with her bad@ss nature and undeniable knack for leadership, but who's to say for sure?
Nevertheless, she's only second to the master and mistress themselves, who also happens to be her aunt and uncle.
Yeah... not great leaders, those two. They're cowards who abandon their house after the first signs of an invasion. Disgraceful.
Now, Maria is left to try and fix things on her own with the werewolf invaders. But of course, there will be. . . complications along the way. It wasn't an ideal fishing weather and they had strayed past their village boundaries. But would Margaret listen?
Lydia tried convincing her second oldest sister that they could get in trouble for one, leaving the house without permission. Two, for coming to a forest's river to fish.
The river was out of bound for fishing. But of course, Margaret won't listen, she would rather begin yelling on how she always opposes her and is disrespectful to her and only respectful to Evelyn, their older sister.
Lydia turned to Evelyn, she was just quiet, not even trying to convince Margaret to forfeit the fishing.
'Fine, I'm leaving. If you two want, do as you like!" Lydia stomped off expecting her sisters to follow her.
Evelyn did and soon after Margaret. Of course, not without grumbling 'She always opposes me".
Lydia wanted to bring up a to brighten the mood but Margaret counted it.
'Stop wait" she stretched her both hands to stop her sisters. Margaret wanted to protest till her ears caught some growling sounds.
'Killer wolves!" Margaret suddenly shouted and began running, the others followed.
The very hungry wolf pack, which were just passing by, heard Margaret's screams and began chasing the trail.
Margaret kept on screaming, it seemed to add strength to her legs. Lydia wanted to turn to see how far back the wolves were but her body only wanted to run. Marilyn had no idea that being sold as a Slave girl from the North would change the direction of her whole life totally.
Marilyn was just a young teenager growing up in the secluded Island in the Northern Kingdom. Her mother had died when she was six years old and she had spent the most of her life growing up with her very evil stepmother who hated her and usually treated her like a servant.
Her father was the only one who loved her but most times, her stepmother and older stepsister, Kate ( her stepmother bore her in her first marriage) would tell various lies against her on how disobedient and stubborn Marilyn was. This was to make her father scold her and the woman successfully made Marilyn's father turn against her too.
Marilyn didn't care about the ill treatment she always got from home so she wouldn't mind and still continued being the good girl that she was. Washing the dishes and clothes, kneading the dough and doing all sorts of demanding chores that were expected of her even though they were too much for only her to handle.
Unknown to Marilyn, her stepmother was planning to sell her off on a particular evening when she was asked to get medicine from the market for her sick father who was almost on the verge of death.
She had to run fast to the market to meet the local doctor who was waiting for her according to what her step mother had told her but she was not going to meet any local doctor to get medicine for her frail father, her stepmother was actually planning to sell her off.
The woman had already told the slave trader that a young girl was going to come and meet him that day. Poor Marilyn had no idea that her stepmother was selling her into slavery. The moment she got there, she met a very huge man with muscles, he had a rough face and a scar on his face, she felt that he didn't look like a doctor but he had pretended and had told her he was the one.
She tries to run away knowing he was no doctor but he was visibly stronger than she and before she knew it, she was knocked unconscious.
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When Marilyn was firstly sold, the slave dealer who took her away from her original hometown, the Northern Kingdom sold her with other girls to the Southern Ardenian Kingdom.
The girls had always heard of this kingdom and have never had the opportunity to go there.
Getting to see the most revered and respected kingdom in their lifetime felt like a blessing and a curse at the same time because most of them in their wildest dreams would have never had the thought of crossing the border of their tiny Island from the North to the Magnificent and Awe inducing Kingdom of Ardenia from the South, except that they were in the land now as a bound soul. Sold as a common slave who is at the bottomless part of the chain in the society.
Even a servant of the household had an enviable life compared to what they were now subjected to. They were given a slave sign to mark them so that whenever they escaped, it would be easy to find them. Marilyn had hers on the back of her neck and it had taken the effort of three men before they could successfully put it on her. She had to always let her blonde hair down and also tie a piece of scarf on her neck to cover the sign on it that read ' Slave of the North' in their local Northern dialect. When a naive, British physiotherapist, Merlyn James, is offered the job of a lifetime, she decides to let go of her grief of being orphaned because of a certain beast.
Moving on is exactly what the doctor ordered regarding her health and it is what she could do because of her weak heart.
But, when she comes face to face with a sexy and irresistible blast from her past, she realises that this time she just can't walk away but teach him a lesson of life even if it means stirring up old memories and pain, risking her heart and life on earth.
Assertive and controlling CEO, Stephen Collomen, is the notorious cold hearted businessman of Los Angeles. He is irresistibly handsome with sparkling sea blue eyes and high cheekbones. Girls swoon on him and revere the soil he walks, exalting him like a hero of their fantasies yet the Apollo's heart thuds only for the much arrogant yet an innocent angel Merlyn James- the girl who brought him many sleepless night, the girl he wants to desperately win over and the girl he wants nothing but to destroy.
Shackled to obligations--obligations he didn't necessarily want, he wanted to get away from the past. Yet fate had a different story to tell.
Can Stephen successfully fight with his feelings for the beguile British lass, Merlyn James fight his demons that he has been chasing since his past birth and embrace the future they're fated for? His name was Yuri Daniel Athanas.
They called him, "The Golden Boy" of Alcolytes Triad, a college organization during the day and an underground racing club at night.
Like his brothers.. Yuri Daniel was very rich, powerful, hot guy, gorgeous and devastatingly sexy and Intelligent.
Unlike his brothers.. Yuri Daniel did not leave a trail of broken hearts behind him.
Yuri was an angel amidst all the other Greek devils, they said.
I like hearing that about him. It gave me hope that when we do meet again, he would remember his promise, and he would keep it.
He would take one look at me and he wouldn't mind that I wasn't... Okay.
He wouldn't mind, I wasn't... Normal.
If he was everything I prayed he would be, he'd take one look at me and love me.
Like he had promise ...